Kissed by My Own Breath

Kissed by my own breath.~Ani Po
Just now greeted by own breath.
I know its name.
Pain misery angst and fear.
Breathe again love holds me tight.
Pure bliss.
Breathe again sending out to the people.
Giving thanks to all there is.
Kissed by my own breath….

The Broken Wings of Life

The broken wings of life.

We cannot fly without two wings. Wings representing past and present.

If a broken wing of past exists, we fly counter-clockwise or counter productive fashion…circling and spiraling into our own pain. While important to feel pain it is equally important to keep flight.

Likewise if wings of future are broken we spin aimlessly in a clockwise fashion…circling without any direction.

Moving forward with continuous reflection on past and present, keeping a forward momentum.

Ani Po